Christmas is done and dusted, turkeys can breathe a sigh of relief, Santa Claus filled your stockings; now it’s time for the get out clause. The Get-Outs: Bristol 3-piece play rip-roaring old-fashioned punk. Welcome to ‘review in a nutshell’ brought to you by those wonderful folks at SoundsXP. But that’s not what I don’t get paid for, so here’s a more in-depth appraisal. And it’s not a turkey.
‘Get The Message’ is a 13-track debut of high energy punk that’s so unashamedly old school, the boys still suffer Technical Drawing while the girls bake scones in Home Economics. Ramones flourishes there may be, and more than a whiff of Buzzcocks, but the overriding sound is of those stalwarts 999; David Edgar (guitar/vox) does a more than passable Nick Cash. Ah, but don’t write this off as derivative punk-by-numbers, The Get-Outs are considerably better than that. From the opening salvo of Start Shootin’ this is spirited stuff, a double cornet of pummelling drums and guitars that stab like O J Simpson (did I just say that?) topped off with hundreds and thousands of melodies. Enemy Inside is The Vines’ Outtathaway on a fast spin cycle, Human Race is so blistering it could melt Jacko’s face at 200 yards, while the synth-intro’d power-popdom of Get With The Now smacks of a bid for the nation’s airwaves and With You exudes the sort of bittersweet fuzzpop Pete Shelley & Co excel at.
The songs are as short and sharp as Mini Me in a barb wire tux; only one exceeds the 3 minute mark, and the album ends in epic style (if you can have a 2:16 epic) with the almost Queenly Left On The Shelf. Recommended.
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